The gunman was sent reeling by the force of the fierce right cross. His weapon clattered to the ground as he fell against the graffiti-stained wall behind him and slipped into unconsciousness.

A figure stepped out of the shadows and stood over the fallen gunman. Silhouetted against the dim light filtering into the alley was an imposing yet alluring shape. It was undoubtedly that of a woman, highlighted by her soft curves. But sprouting from her groin was a very rigid, very masculine member.

This distinctive form belonged to the defender of Freedom City, its own champion of Justice.